Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

Well, I (F)woke up Sun day morn in’ with no (Bb)way to hold my head that did n’t (F)hurt; in’;

and the beer I had for break fast was n’t (Dm)bad, so I had one more for des (C)sert.

in’.

Then I (F)fum bled through my clos et for my (Bb)clothes and found my clean est dirt y (F)shirt; en;

and I (Bb)shaved my face, and combed my hair, and (Gm)stum bled down the stair to meet the (C)day.

I’d (F)smoked my brain the night be fore with (Bb)cig a rettes and songs that I’d been (F)pick in’;

but I lit my first and watched a small kid (Dm)cuss in’ at a can that he was (C)kick in’.

Then I (F)crossed the emp ty street and caught the (Bb)Sun day smell of some one fry in’ (F)chick in’;

and it (Bb)shaved my face, and combed my hair, and (Gm)stum bled down the stair to meet the (C)day.

I’d (Gm)took me back to some thin’ that I’d (C7)lost some how some where a long the (F)way.

On the Sun day morn in’ (Bb)side walks,

wish in’, Lord, that I was (F)stoned,

’cause there’s some thing in a (C7)Sun day

makes a bod y feel a (F)lone.

And there’s noth in’ short of (Bb)dy in’

half as lone some as the (F)sound

on the sleep ing cit y (C7)side walks;

Sun day morn in’ com in’ (F)down.

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